[ Al wouldn't spread it around, not after that talk they had. And Sherlock had agreed not to, however far that might go. Besides, Sherlock said it himself- he had no friends. He'd only notify people if they were traveling with the group. John had made no such agreement, and had a lot more friends. It made sense that John was the culprit. ]

I've been stripped of my means and my motivation. And probably the compulsion that pushed me into it. I'm useless here, I'm not going to start murdering people when it gets me worse than nowhere.

[ It's not fun, arguing a point while feeling like you'll shortly be struggling to breathe. His brow furrows. ]

So what are you gonna do, here? Kill me?